Let me spit some game to ya
You gotta war on drugs, well, every other day a nigga's dyin'
You showed yours, now let me show you mine
Bring the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes
Through what you call the inner city and what I call the blues
I'm broke here and I ain't waitin' on a call
From a restaurant to bust tables when Petie's got a job
Makin' 35 a week and all he do is run the streets
This niggas always caked up, chromed out and draped up
Constantly tellin' me, we need to get this paper
I'm gettin' skinny and it's he who get my weight up
Straight up and plus I'm tired of missin' meals
So I paid the man a visit, ‽What's the goddamn deal?â€
I thought you might've choked up
Well, I can get you both of 'em
I went inside, watchin' him break it down
When he was finished, he handed a nigga nine
A nine millimeter, nine zips
Said, ‽If I sold each one for nine, I'd have gripâ€
But I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone
I done seen it fuck the hood up
And they ain't never comin' out with that in consideration
I took the package and bounced
I'm headed home, dazin' out in a zone
Eyes on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it on
Get to the house, spread it all on the couch
Gettin' this bank what it's about
That's how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave
Get money everyday, it ain't no other way
That's how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga
I'm in the livin' room lookin' at the news
Got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the fool
Cuttin' hundred dollar slabs, wholesalin' niggaz halves
Gettin' money like a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags
Got the blocks all blown up, the whole hood smokin'
Got a pistol, I ain't shot yet, so dude's wide open for it
I'm just a youngster, I ain't done it but I will
'Cause I was taught you got to get it so I get it how I live
Finna get my ma a crib, she ain't workin'
So I'm forced to win the bread for the household
'Cause dad was no support